Mr. Worley laughed. “And where did they drop you this time, Mr. Skelton? Up Glasgow way?”
Tom laughed too. “No, not quite as bad as that, sir, but the car that brought us back to London was waiting for us in a whopping big aerodrome this time. They never tell us where they land us and we're not allowed to ask, but on Friday it was somewhere some miles beyond Newmarket, for I recognised that town as one we passed through. I think we went to that particular 'drome for the doctor's sake, because I heard him say as he stepped out of the plane that he would be home in less than half an hour. The car that took him was in front of us until we had passed Newmarket and then I lost sight of it.”
For half an hour and longer the two talked on, and then at the end of that time there was very little t
